The Cruel Prince Jude Novels & Stories

Same with the messy hair tucked into a hood. Whatever, I didn’t call her here to analyze her clothes. “This is what you two consider romantic? Fighting one another to the death? You’re lucky I found some worthwhile healers or you’d both be ugly for the next several days.” Jude gave her a dry look. His lower lip was badly split, leaking blood onto his chin and chest. He snapped his teeth at one healing witches, causing the woman to draw back with a yelp. “Yes, that is what I consider romantic. Do you think I give two fucks about you or your opinion? You must since you chose to open your mouth.”

“You mean to tell me they gave the nectar to the dirt? They wasted the bridge?” ​“They did not waste it, Father,” a new voice spoke from the shadows behind the throne. ​Prince Julian stepped into the light. He was the golden boy of the South, a warrior whose wolf was said to be as large as a mountain and whose heart was as cold as the salt flats. He looked at me with a smirk that made my skin crawl.

If the Moon Goddess is good, she will let me kill this little shit. “You will be spending the rest of your life in prison. You will not see the light of day, ever again.” I said. “I challenge Prince Jude of the werewolf realm for his position.” Cain said. Jude stood and snarled, “I accept.” Well fuck.

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

“Prince Haydn? Why him?” Jules shrugged slightly. “You know a feral Xeus will never be safe,” he said, looking at his hands. “He’ll be caught, sooner or later. So I just wanted to make sure he’s caught by the good guys. Mother always said how good and fair Prince Haydn was. If the Xeus is really the one who escaped the Kadarian Opal House, it’s very likely that Prince Haydn knows him. And the prince will be fair to him regardless of the Xeus’s nationality—he’s a Pelugian happily married to a Kadarian, after all. And most importantly, Prince Haydn isn’t prejudiced against Xeus alphas—his cousin is one, too.”

“I’ve only come to pay my respects.” “In… in this manner?!” She yells, face rumpled in disgust as she takes in his appearance. “You’re barely dressed. You barged in here with whores and you reek of alcohol! Why on earth do you keep tainting the royal family’s name?! Don't you have any respect for the king or the crown prince?!” There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs.

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

"It's been a while since I last tamed you. You're getting too brave for my liking and I don't like that, not even a bit," I shivered from his threat. I couldn't move from the spot that I was. My eyes were getting watered with tears. Mason stretched his hand out to touch my face but a different hand stopped me. I turned my head to see it was Hunter who was looking at Mason murderously. "Prince Charming is here to save the day. Ooh, he's not on a fucking horse" Mason mocked. Hunter nodded at me, assuring me everything was fine now. "Move away, Princess, please,"

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd